"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowline, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream." -Mark Twain
She's a phantom, roaming the world from coast to coast. Light on her feet, content, vibrant, creative and blissfully happy. She's a force of nature, spun from earthly tones. Shape-shifter and lover of life, she wanders from cafe to rolling hills, mountain tops to bustling streets, desert plains to tropical shores. She has no native tongue for she's a citizen of the world, brimming with Light.
There exists a shell, an exoskeleton from which this phantom was birthed. A casing left stagnant, lifeless, lost within it's own automated motions. Taunted by barriers, hollowed with fear, cramped in space, hidden in a protective layer.
She waits... in hopes that someone will pick her up off this crusty shore, never to be flung back. She waits... for that unreckonable force to decide her fate...She waits.
As night fell, the ocean simply went silent, as if holding it's breath. This silence awakened the unique sound that reverberated from within. Distinct, like no other grain of sand, or shell, or being or star above. This beautiful phantom lain buried within, silenced by deafening thoughts. With each revelation, her false sense of security began to crack open, now exposed to the wild elements.
Breaking into her own world - realizing her capacity for growth. Choosing to live freely.